Can Someone Explain To Me Why No One Talks About The Sick Episode In Amagi Brilliant Park?! It Is Literally

can someone explain to me why no one talks about the sick episode in Amagi Brilliant Park?! it is literally the death of me every time. (cuz I totally haven’t watched the episode 20 times…)

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Is it weird that I find sick!oikawa adorable?

I'd love to see a Yurio fic with scenario 1 or 7 (sorry, I wrote this in the wrong place before, I'm new to this site) I love your work, by the way

Oh don’t worry about it. I was going to fill this request regardless. Welcome to Tumblr!

I decided to combine 1 and 7 seeing as they could go together. I hope this is decent.

AU in which Yurio is staying with Viktor and Yuuri. They actually have a really close relationship. Though Yurio is closer to Yuuri than Viktor. That’s a fact i weaved in here as I was drafting it. I hope you enjoy! (And let’s be honest, Yuuri is definately the mom between himself and Viktor) -Bridget

Sub-Scenario 1:  If Character A is nauseated to the point of ready to throw up fairly soon, whenever they try to pick something up (like water, a remote, silverware, really anything), their hands shake so bad they ends up dropping them

Sub-Scenario 7:  Another clear indication of nausea-causing illness is that whenever Character A eats, whether it be to hide they are sick or because they knows they need to, they tap their fingers anxiously on the table while they try to force something down.

It was close to six thirty at night when Yurio knew for a fact he was completely screwed.

His day had been fairly normal. Up at seven, breakfast at seven thirty, ice rink by eight thirty until four. It was all normal.

Until of course around noon when Yurio’s stomach decided to hold a full on rebellion.

But Yurio didn’t bring that up to Viktor as they trained. He just went a bit harder as he worked. A slight detail that occurred every time he was sick.

Four o’clock brought a much needed departure from the Ice Castle to the Russian duo. One that Yurio could not be more thankful for.

Immediately when they got home, Yuuri knew something was up with Yurio.

The blonde, who usually carried himself well, was slightly hunched over.

“Yurio, are you alright?” Yuuri questioned

Yurio looked up “Mhm, just a bit tired. Trained a bit too hard.”

“Viktor?” Yuuri questioned, voice both curious and accusatory

Viktor shrugged, giving Yuuri a look that indicated he’d speak with him shortly.

“Go rest up Yurio. I’ll get you when dinner’s ready.” Yuuri said

Yurio doesn’t even question it. He just nods softly and goes to his room, immediately kicking off his shoes and laying down in bed.

He felt exceptionally nauseated. To the point he had brought the wastebasket by his desk to the edge of his bed. And more than once he found himself hanging his head over the side of the bed, coughing unproductively into the basket.

His stomach calmed down enough eventually for him to lay back down. The blonde curled up on his side, wrapping an arm tight around his middle.

He hadn’t been aware he’d fallen asleep. The only way he knew was the fact that Yuuri was trying to wake him up.

Sleepily, Yurio opened his eyes.

“What’s going on?” His voice was sleepy and slightly hoarse.

“It’s dinner, at least for you. You slept so long you missed out.” Yuuri said “Yurio, are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine… Just tired is all.” Yurio replied, sitting up. As he sat up, his stomach gave a gurgle of protest. Of which he ignored.

Yuuri made a skeptical look toward him. Yurio got out of bed, swallowing thickly against a bitter taste in his throat.

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“And he lives.” Viktor teased as Yurio came into the kitchen, sliding onto a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Yeah, like i told Yuuri, I’m just tired.” Yurio stated “You guys are worried about nothing.”

Yuuri passes a plate to Yurio. The blonde looks down and his stomach gives an unsettling gurgle that causes him to bite back a groan of discomfort

If Yuuri suspected anything, he didn’t question the blonde  “We’re just worried you caught that damn bug going around.” He said

Yurio shrugs “I don’t think so. But hey, If that’s so. Not much I can really do about it.”

Yuuri sighs “Alright. I’ll stop bugging you. Just eat.”

Those words were clear indication that Yurio was undeniably fucked.

Regardless to his stomach’s turmoil, he tried to force down some of his dinner.

The thought of him being sick made him nervous. He couldn’t be sick. Not now. Not at all. He had too much training to do.

Combine that anxiety with trying desperately to force down his dinner lead to Yurio tapping his fingers on the table.

It was a silent few minutes. Viktor was the first to break it.

“Okay, enough is enough.” He starts “You haven’t been acting like yourself all day. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m fine Viktor…” Yurio stated softly.

Viktor bit his lip. And Yuuri didn’t seem to convinced either.

Painstakingly so, Yurio finished forcing down his dinner. He slid off his seat and went over to the sink to wash off his plate. Or at least he attempted it.

When he stood, his head felt sickeningly dizzy. It made him feel like his dinner that he’d forced down was just going to come back up. 

Yurio knew he’d be throwing up fairly soon. His hands were shaking so bad, he could hardly keep his plate steady.

“Yurio?” Yuuri questioned 

“Fucking hell…” Yurio cursed under his breath.

The plate fell from Yurio’s hand, shattering on the floor. And he bolted out of the kitchen.

Yuuri looks to Viktor “I’ll check on him, you clean up the glass.” and with this, Yuuri ran out too.

Yurio collapsed to the ground in the bathroom.

Harsh coughs tore through Yurio’s body. But despite his nausea nothing was coming up.

It was then he felt hands running through his hair, brushing it back. Another ran between his shoulders

“Oh Yurio…” Yuuri sighed softly, continuing to rub his hand between Yurio’s shoulders.

The blonde Russian parted his lips to speak. But instead of words, a warm, thick liquid passed Yurio’s lips.

It burned bad, And holy hell did it hurt. 

Ad he was coughing up quite possibly an absurd amount for being so small. It was honestly slightly worrying to Yuuri.

In about twenty minutes, Yurio finally can breathe. 

But it’s then that Yurio feels crushed. He would have to miss out on practices for the next few days. And to him, that was the worst thing that he could imagine. 

“So, you’re fine, huh?” Yuuri questioned, teasing Yurio slightly in vain hopes to lift the younger’s spirits. 

The only reply Yurio gives is proceeding to be sick again.

Meet my OC Ilías :) He’s a frail boy and he gets sick often and I love him alot,,

Here’s a sick purrito nobody asked for 

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